WIBBY, NOOOOOO!!
If you know my mom and were asked to describe her a typical word that seems to surface is “fancy” and that she is. She’s a true southern belle with hollywood taste! Mom, cloaked in a vintage white mink coat, picked Libby and I up from the ill named Check-A-Child which was elegantly place in a strip mall, sandwiched between Blockbuster and The Radio Shack. The only redeeming quality to this place was that I could watch “The Never Ending Story” on repeat in the theatre room.
Lib and I jubilantly leave Check-A-Child and hop in my Mom’s Cadillac. Since I’m not quite a big kid yet, Mom straps me into my car seat and buckles in Libby next to me in the back seat. We proceed to start driving and it seems that while I was gazing out of the window making shapes of the clouds my sister got bored. All of a sudden Libby started sticking boogers on me. Boogers I say. Because I was strapped into my car seat she’d place them in hard to reach spots so I couldn’t get them off. She keeps on placing them on my arm and I start to mutter “Wibby, nooooooo!! Gwoss!!” in my sweet Katie Bird lisp.
If you’re reading this thinking “that’s so not Libby Youngkin, that’s something Katie would do,” well now you might just think of all my antics as retaliation! Libby continues to place her nasty nose treats on me and finally it pushes me over the edge. My cloud shapes have disappeared and here I was gagging in my death trap of a car seat. Just like in Jenga she had to see if 1 more booger would topple me. To her victory it did and I threw up all over the Cadillac and spritzed a bit of my Mom’s mink coat.
Poor Marilyn was out on our carport cleaning up my Animal Cracker soaked vomit out of our Cadillac as Libby sucked on her juice box in victory. At least ole Marilyn looked good doing it in that mink coat.
